The Perfect Storm

Lorenzo Deangelo

Foolish. That's what I was.

What did I think? I'll just come here like the freaking little curious girl I am, ask for a dance and he'll gladly accept it. He was looking at me with emotionless eyes. I could hear the gasps of the girls around him. One of her even squeaked and God knows how I wanted to strangle her to death.

Relax, I thought. If he doesn't say yes, pretend like this was a dare and you didn't mean to ask him. That's when an idea came into my mind.

When he'll say yes, which I'm oh so sure he isn't going to say, I will just say that it was a dare and I didn't want to dance with him. Serves him right for keeping me waiting. Okay, I know I'm behaving a bit strange. I usually don't react this way but he's just provoking me without even trying to. Sometimes I think that my 'sudden anger' is a family trait but then I think about my eldest sister Mia. She is the definition of perfect, at least in front of others.

Do not even ask about my other sisters. Let's just say Misha is better than them and it has nothing to do with the fact that she helps me to steal food at night. Okay, maybe it has a little to do with it. I admit. Did I say steal? Well, more like... borrow it without my mother knowing. If she knows that I eat food at night after having dinner then she'll go all karate on me.

You can understand how I feel when I crave for something sweet at night? I think even the cook feels bad for me. Maybe that's why he makes something delicious every night and hides it inside the shelf so I can get it. Or maybe he makes it for himself? Well, we'll never know.

I tap my fingers against the hard surface of the table I was leaning on. I raised an eyebrow at him. A little amusement shined in his eyes but was gone so quickly that I almost thought that I imagined it. Almost.

He didn't say anything but suddenly offered me his hand. I thought about telling him the lie that I came up with but my body seemed to react against my mind.

I quietly placed my hand in his and felt electricity pass through my whole body. Weird. What the heck is wrong with me? I shake my head to clear my thoughts.

"So...", I tried to make a small talk but as I oh so gracefully failed, I covered it with a cough. He didn't even seem to notice me. He was looking anywhere but me and it wasn't that he was nervous or something, he just didn't seem to be interested in this whole thing.

"Ahem", I tried again.

"AHEM", Maybe being louder will make him notice me?

"ahem", I say in least audible voice I have.

This sucks. It really does. Here I am, dancing with him, trying to make a conversation and he seems more interested in the man drinking beer at the corner of the room.

"Water?"

I look up at him abruptly. His accent was so thick and hot. I slapped myself inwardly. What is happening to me? I didn't even get what he said.

"Er- what?"

"Water, princess. Do you need some water?", he asked in a monotone.

"Umm, no. Thanks."

"Are you okay?", he asked again.

"Yes, why?"

"You just slapped yourself, cara mia", he said. I even saw the sides of his mouth tugging upwards but he quickly recovered it.

"Oh", I blushed. I could practically feel the blush.

Way to go, Renesmee. Way to go.